Boston Real Estate, a Greenwich Mansion, and Five Attorneys
He laughed once, heading for the door.
“See, that’s why I printed it.
Read the rest.
It gets better.”
He went inside before I could ask him anything else.
The letter was a single page.
The last third was about our father and that summer, and he had the year off by two.
I folded it along his crease and set it next to Richard’s check.